... is apparently typed in fresh every day and, at least to his knowledge, not kept in a computer. However, as I discovered later, the menus do seem to repeat in a two-week schedule. If I have time, I'll go back and update my earlier entries.

... about to give up hope we finally spot one pulling in to the docks and some people get off. When he stands there waiting he see the look on our faces and invites us aboard. When we sat down the weight was lifted from my shoulders. Briony was just flabbergasted with the intensity of my need to get on this black canal glider. Our Gondolier was lovely and told us many stories about the city and the different pallazos situated along the canal. We journeys through some ...

... including an almost new bottle of scotch! Opening the front door I was not greeted by the usual smell of mustiness until you open up the windows, but a smell I couldn't be sure of. The mystery was soon solved when I went to the kitchen and the floor was soaking wet with broken glass every where. Not the relaxing end of our night we had expected, what could we do but clean up and laugh! No night cap for Phil! So, today we bought a ferry pass and headed ...

... so many people here already and it isn't summer yet. Apparently there are 250 million tourists here each year. Most Venetians live on the mainland and commute as it is now too expensive to live here. After hauling our cases up and over the bridge we staggered into the Hotel Continental. Fairly flash with a small lift, luckily we had a porter to help with our bags. Our room was interesting. Windows opened out onto the neighbours, no aircon so we had to keep the windows open. ...